Here is my reverse distraction story: I was a student pilot flying an enstrom. We were doing touchdown autos. At the end I kept drifting left of the centerline and could not put it down on the spot regardless of how much I was pressed to do so. On one entry the instructor changed tactics. He says "Hey, tell me about the girl with the (some ananomical detail) that you (censored) back in college." My list of such experiences were painfully short but I played along anyway and said "which one?" So we continue to violate the sterile cockpit rule, bantering back and forth, and I nailed the auto. It was perfect and the centerline was split exactly between the skids. Proof that there is at least some zen-like quality to flying. Reach too hard for something and it eludes your grasp.
-- IFMU